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Is Tagging Out it’s own AU? Or part of another fic you’ve written?
Heheh okay so Tagging Out is an AU of Pressing Matters and Know Better.
In those two fics I have it that things work out fine with Reader and Carrillo and Diego is actually interested in another OC. So everyone is happy and everything is fine (Carrillo is still grumpy but when is he not?).
Buttt for Tagging Out I essentially took the basis for those two fics (Diego and Reader having the history of him being her bodyguard, Carrillo being jealous) and then me and Ashling were essentially just like, "Okay yea but what if things didn't work out with Reader and Carrillo? (For non-Diego related reasons) And then during the whole breakup and aftermath, Reader and Diego realized that there are feelings there and then they end up together and it gets messy and tense with everyone around them??" And so now here we are!! 😂
There are definitely going to be more installments of that universe. I have plans. Vague plans, but I have plans. 😌
So in answer to your question, Tagging Out is an AU of a fic I've written. 😂
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Youth, people, listen it is an emergency,
we are feeding the whales and the sea creatures a steady diet of microplastics, microfibres, which by micro in the name mean so tiny, so tiny as to get into the airstream and into the waterways. So tiny as to creep into the bodies of the creatures and saturate their cells while taking up chemicals and toxins that are in that water and accumulating over generations (rapid genesis, mind you) and biomagnification in the food chain.
We are a byproduct and a creator of that circumstance, both the spectator and the performer, the benficiary and the giving, we are the promise and the delivered, the promised (land) and the progenetor (generator).
We are saturating our skin and our bodies in chemicals, plain, bare faced, laid out on the label, perservatives and dioxides, and metals, and tint, and dye, and 'active ingredient' and missing whole one. Some twist, some addition or subtraction that renders the resulting substance toxic to the very tissues it claims to preserve. (Claims, just that, claims. Hogwash over the vessel housing the substance. A simple spell over a receptacle calling everything within it coveted, sold and marketed, and banking in the cash. Oh god it is burning. My skin, my eyes. Ihad walked away from these ingredients for years and one brief encounter later my skin is blistering, red and burning, suffocating under layers of clensng slimes and moisturisers, more tired, more drained, more painful than it was. More painful? It wasn't painful. It now *hurts*.
That is what we are doing to everything.
Then drinking that water.
And bathing in it.
Going to sleep in the airs we've contaminated, and
joining movements
a numbness
a genuinely deeper/higher reason
it's all fair, but not just
To be perfectly just, we have to be willing to be fair but we acknowledge ultimately something loses out justice. Sometimes things need to be wiped out in order to make way for the new
the truth is, there is an awful lot of stuff just put there that makes people sick, and we've been living it and perpetuating it and even before its inception were oppressed and hunted.
We have gotten to this point through sheer wit, grit, determination, protection, capacity, kind of a lot of peoples' dreams to transform the world and direct it, even more dreams in apathy, a cozy, dozy, slurred, muddled, tired, desperately tired and lost, confused, still more underneath enraged. Angry and not showing it, and playing the nice guy, disappearing, driving yourself into the ground,
complicit
silent
the noco and all its affiliations provide you with the ability to voice those concerns, trangressions, thoughts, ideals, needs, consequences, questions etc. directly into a co creating living breathing natural system, database and collective of
power
choice
intention
survival
biogeneration
regeneration
change
fulfilment
health
wellness
justice
truth
birthright
future
airing those weights on the soul
first and foremost. once they are gone, the human being is casing of disembodied spirits then, creatures, spectrumites, beings of the night, and of the skies, dreamers, weavers, pattern makers, believeers, creators, healers, feelers, futurers and builders
everything, everything that has ever existed
circulating around us at this very second, in and out of matter so rapidly we don't notice
with these big doe like human eyes, these animals feelers onto a world we don't understand we get 'told', programmed with the understanding, the manual du jour.
We got a lot of stuff wrong in the past
it's time for a change
By joining the noco, you join a collective, and you take a stand. You open yourself to collaborations, life changing experiences and connections, projects, and an ever evolving backdrop that you are a part of and contribute to. Everything this neurodivergent creature being ever touched or encountered, collected over a lifetime of 29 years, and lifetimes many more before.
Come and play.
DM me for the private membership.
k thanks for attending my TED talk
p.s. there will be a lot of wobbly just starting stand up comedy
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I wish... idk, I am sad that a story can be so clear about the possibility of a romance between its same sex main characters and that interpretation still be erased.
A story that has Charles looking at Edwin like he hung the moon, yap about how Edwin and Crystal are alike, the camera lingering on his obvious discomfort at both Monty and the Cat King monopolizing Edwin (while showing him display no such anxiety about Edwin and Niko's growing closeness). The narrative winks at the audience about shipping Charles and Edwin, and also has there be clear visual parallels between the extent of Charles and Edwin's feelings for each other. Yet their potential and Charles queerness is erased by people whose job it is to analyse media.
The actor says outright that the door isn't closed on them, that Charles didn't reject Edwin, and that it is more a love story, yet that queer reading of Charles and his relationship with Edwin still gets erased.
I don't know what it would take for an industry to stop dismissing and running roughshod over queer interpretations that are not binary and basic, but I do know it has been a while since I felt the biphobia this keenly before. I hope the actor who plays Charles knows it's not on him, he did a great job.
Anyway, Charles is now my new favourite queer character. Take that press junket.
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invisible scars (referenced previous talk here)
[ID: A colourless, digital Trigun comic of Vash and Wolfwood talking about Wolfwood's scars. They're both laying in bed and topless. Vash lays on top of Wolfwood, playing with the rosary around his neck. Then, Vash kisses a spot on Wolfwood's chest. Wolfwood asks, "What are you doing?" Vash smiles sadly, "You got shot here. In the last town we visited. You didn't even bother moving."
Vash props himself up over Wolfwood, who frowns slightly. Wolfwood is quiet for a moment before he says, "You remember that, huh?" Vash grabs Wolfwood's left wrist and brings it to his face. "And here." He kisses another spot there. "When you helped free the hostages from that robber..." Wolfwood dismissively says, looking away, "Was a lucky shot." Vash huffs, “Don’t brag. Jeez.”
Half of Wolfwood's expression is shown, eyes returning to Vash who is now sitting up, continuing to say, "And..." Vash goes on and kiss Wolfwood's right palm. "You got cut here, even though that girl was aiming at me." A moment from the past flashes, of Wolfwood grabbing a knife aimed at Vash, his hand bleeding.
At present, Vash moves down and puts another kiss on Wolfwood's right shoulder. "And here, from watching my back." Another memory flashes of Wolfwood and Vash back to back. Vash looks back as Wolfwood grins while holding Punisher, bleeding from multiple gunshots in his shoulder.
"And," Vash combs up Wolfwood's hair to reveal his forehead, "Here." A final memory shows Wolfwood with a regeneration vial in his mouth while getting shot on his temple. The next panel is framed in blood with Vash at the center, eyes wide and stunned in horror. The next panel is a closed up shot of Wolfwood's eye, locked on Vash's face.
Back to present, Vash’s head is bowed down as Wolfwood raises a hand to his nape and says, “Spikey.”
Wolfwood looks serious and frowns as he says, "We talked about this. Those were my decisions. They're not there anymore. Forget about them." Vash looks very sad before he smiles ruefully and says, "I still see them. All the time." He leans down so they touch foreheads. Wolfwood’s sorrowful expression can be seen as Vash says, "You protect so much. I could never forget what you've done to me. And many others..."
In the last image, they're drawn more cartoonishly. Wolfwood sweats and asks, "You don't actually remember every wound, right?" Vash points at a spot on his chest. "Kuroneko left a scratch here 7 times." Wolfwood, startled, says, "Why the hell are you keeping count—" End ID]
Credits for ID here and here
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